Where to start?
Should I start in 1957, when the Dodgers left Brooklyn? Or a more seemingly unrelated event from 1960? Or Father’s Day, 1964? Or just 8 April 2022?
Where to start?
Should I start in 1957, when the Dodgers left Brooklyn? Or a more seemingly unrelated event from 1960? Or Father’s Day, 1964? Or just 8 April 2022?
I had no idea that Perry Bacon, Jr. was going to post this wonderful explanation in today’s Washington Post. It serves as a useful addition to what I posted yesterday.
Today is the birthday of my eldest child.
While Shanna had a traumatic, more than day-long birth process (with an Apgar score of 1), she has, thankfully, managed to top the other side of the scale for about every test since then. A super student. A super employee. A super manager. A super wife. And, a super mom. She’s traversed her career path with aplomb. Raleigh-Durham. Birmingham. Tuscaloosa (with permission to reside in Cincinnati, while continuing her efforts for the University). And, now, Philadelphia, although she has left the Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia (CHOPs) to devote her energy to her own company- Be Yourself Boldly.
So our last events in Jerusalem included a trip to Yad V’shem- the Israeli Holocaust Museum. This museum is among the largest depicting the actions the Germans, the Poles, the Romanians, and the French, among others, effected to eradicate some 6 million Jews- a majority of the population of Jews residing in Europe prior to World War II. In addition to the depictions of life before and during the Holocaust, there is an extensive research system where folks can learn about families who perished in the war.
So, we had high hopes today to tour the walk under the Kotel, the Western Wall.
And, now I should explain (once again) about the term “balagan”. The true definition is complex, but the best analogy is either “Fubar” or “Snafu”. (Those are two words I learned from the New York Post more than 60 years ago- when they were used as the the 6 inch headlines. My parents were most reluctant to explain the terms- which could not be found in dictionaries back then.)
After the one day excursions to Tel Aviv and the Negev, the rest of my trip to Israel was devoted to Jerusalem. Which was the real reason for my trip.
It turns out the Jewish National Fund (JNF) runs a tour bus (if you are already in Israel) every Wednesday to the Negev (among other places). Since I hadn’t been to Beer Sheva in about 25 years, I thought this would be a great way to get reacquainted with the region.
It’s been four years since I had the opportunity to visit Israel. No, it wasn’t the pandemic (although that may have been an impediment under different circumstances). No. it was the escapade with my Klebsiella pneumonia of my calf- which became necrotizing fasciitis. And, then, a mistake by the physician which allowed my cast to sever my Achilles tendon.
Did you ever consider adorning the walls of your home or apartment with art work?
I’ve been doing that for decades.
So, about 10 days ago, when my friends and I were putting the final plans together for our trip to Israel, one of the mentioned how glorious my dining room table is. (Yes, it is.)